I Was Tortured and Buried Alive under the Tower, So I Triggered Nightmares to Confess Chapter 09

I Was Tortured and Buried Alive under the Tower, So I Triggered Nightmares to Confess Chapter 09

Rowan broke down into unrestrained, childlike sobs, unable to accept this devastating fate.

The entire crowd stared in shock.

“Men don’t cry easily—not until grief hurts too much to hold back.”

“If this were me, I would crumble just as he has.”

“He lost his lover and his unborn child, then married the woman who killed them. Anyone would collapse under such agony.”

Pity flickered across Elias’s eyes.

“Miss Lowell bore far too much resentment in life, barring her entry into the reincarnation after death. Now the candle has burned out, and her spirit will soon fade away on the wind.”

Rowan began muttering deliriously. “No… this cannot be true.”

Suddenly he sprinted to the empty spot where the candle had stood, dropping to his knees to cup the faint leftover warmth in his palms. He paid no mind to the burns searing his skin.

“Seren! Seren, show yourself! I know you are here!”

He roared at empty air, his cry sharp enough to draw tears from every witness.

“You carry such heavy resentment—come out! Let me see you, just one glance! Take me with you, I beg you, Seren! Seren!”

Only car horns and gasps from the crowd answered his desperate pleas.

No one noticed the nearly transparent wisp of light drifting apart a short distance behind Rowan. It was me.

Watching his broken state, my chest ached sharply, my throat tight with sorrow.

Rowan, Rowan… why cling so fiercely to what is lost?

Let our story end here, once and for all.

In the final moment before my consciousness slipped away, I heard a faint sound.

The cry of a baby. My child, torn cruelly from my womb before drawing a single breath.

He was crying, never once given the chance to open his eyes to this world.

Rowan continued screaming, abandoning all dignity, begging for just one glimpse of me.

Yet gazing at his unraveled form, a profound weariness washed over me.

I longed to draw near, to brush my palm against his cheek as I had when I lived.

But with every small step forward, my translucent form began dissolving. Starting at my fingertips, I fragmented into tiny glowing specks that drifted into the breeze.

I glanced down at my fading hands and smiled faintly.

Perhaps this is for the best.

We were separated by life and death long ago. My time to leave has come.

My only regret was never telling him the truth myself.

I grieved for our child, who never got to call him Father. But if there is another life waiting for us, I hope our paths never cross again.

My vision blurred more and more, everything growing distant.

The last thing I saw was Rowan jerking his head upward, staring straight toward my fading light. He could see me, tears pouring down his face as he shouted.

“Don’t leave me, Seren. Please don’t abandon me…”

Rowan, farewell.

This time, it is goodbye for good.